It was around 12:00 a.m. and time for his friends to catch a bus. We drove to a bus station and said good-bye to them. After they were gone, Ramon prattled, “They were good friends of mine, and they like you, bitch. And they were fucking impressed by the fact that you’re a writer, ha-ha-ha….”
“I think they are jovial fellows, too. I had a very interesting conversation with a Korean guy. Besides, I was totally impressed by his Spanish.”
“Yap, his Spanish is awesome – even his pronunciation is great. He’s been Mexico for only eight years but speaks Spanish almost like a native Mexican. By the way, tell me, bitch, which place should we be parading in tonight? Chilly Willys or Marlins Mens Club?”
“I think it’s time for us to go home, you know…. You’re joking, aren’t you?” I was laughing.
He looked at me solemnly, then pleaded, “Do you look like I am kidding? Look at my face, bitch! No, I need this, man. I’ve been a good prisoner and worked like a nigger slave for a week that tortured me to the hell. I don’t know when I can go out next time, so I need to spread my wings widely. Please allow me to have only one drink; no more than that, I promise. Don’t worry about Patricia, I can handle her!”